For the past few hours, Shadow had been tearing through the arena without slowing down even once. Match after match ended almost the same way, quick, clean, and decisive, leaving no room for his opponents to react. Ice was the only element he used, yet that alone proved more than enough. Every spell was shaped with precision, every attack timed perfectly, and every fight ended before it could properly begin.
What started as a normal series of matches gradually turned into something else entirely. People began noticing him, not just in one arena, but across multiple ones as his rank kept climbing. His fights didn't drag, his movements didn't hesitate, and his victories didn't look like luck. There was a rhythm to it, something controlled and deliberate that made others stop and watch.
The mask added to the mystery.
